2 Holiday surprise - Sex Stories

2 Holiday surprise

... the son`s presence. He went on to mention that the wife drank lager like a fish on some sort of mission and that they came in every day at noon en-route for the dunes. The moment passed as these things do, I finished my pint and went on my way to do a sketch or two on the crowded sands. My thoughts though, kept wandering back to the busty lady and her strange f****y set up, wondering if I might catch sight of her in perhaps her swimwear, as I have a breast fetish and she had an exceptional pair! The sun beat down but there was an annoying gusty breeze that whipped sand into the eyes of the un-wary. I spent an hour trying to sketch the estuary of a local river where it cut across the sands, till I came to the conclusion that I would have to do this again when the wind had dropped and as I wanted to include some wading birds which would not appear, until the maddening c***dren had gone home. Thus I began to wander back along the dune line, Couples and families were tucked away in every hollow stretched out in the sun, to avoid the breeze and the flying sand, one or two were asl**p with the k**s digging happily in the warm sand burying granddad or whatever k**s do. This was when I came upon the little f****y from the pub, father dozing on a large towel, mother and son lying entwined on another, the men in swimwear, the lady in the sundress she had had on earlier, the sons arm d****d over her with the wrist vanishing into her skirt front. I quickly took up a position on the next ...

... dune where I could watch while pretending to sunbathe, hopefully without rousing interest. I didn`t have long to wait as the sons hand was soon busy, to the ladies joy, she was soon writhing on the fingers of the youngster groaning and generally enjoying the experience. I had the impression dad was only pretending to be comatose, as his breathing was not the slow regular gasps of a sl**per, but the faster breaths of a man nearing his sexual peak. This was born out by the way his hand was grasping whatever was hidden in his swim trunks and the pained look on his face. The son absorbed as he was in pleasuring the mother, seemed oblivious of the older man`s actions as if it was an everyday occurrence, which oddly I later found out that it was! The fact that a stranger had flopped himself down in full view of them all seemed to be causing no embarrassment at all as not a stroke was missed by either man and the mother, who was just too far gone to care! The long dress was by now open to the crotch, her legs slightly apart his hand covering her slit as she began to hit her climax, her hips rising and writhing in a convulsive explosive orgasm, accompanied by a loud cry of “Trevor”.... Dad too began to gasp as his moment arrived, no pretence of sl**ping now his hand pistoning back and forth as he watched his wife being used by his son. I lay on the hot sand, amazed at what I had just witnessed, unable to up and leave, as my own erection fortunately hidden by my sketch bag, was such ...